Ah, breakfast. The most important meal of that day. That’s because of the syrupy, buttery goodness that makes breakfast worth every bite.
I don’t know when or where my love affair with breakfast began. Perhaps it was in college when they would serve midnight breakfasts in the cafeteria during midterms and finals. I always loved breakfast. I had fond memories of the breakfasts my mom prepared for my sister and me. From the eggs to the pancakes to the french toast, everything she made was divine.
I love all things breakfast, but French toast? Oh, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. There is something about the fluffy, buttery goodness blessed with sweet maple syrup that makes my stomach smile and my heart skip a beat.
And so I’m starting a special series on the blog, “In the Name of the Butter, the Syrup and the French Toast”. Over the next several weeks, I’ll be posting reviews of some of my favorite breakfast spots in the DMV, as well as some new ones, too. If you have a favorite restaurant that you think I should check out, let me know! I’d love to hear from you.
Now let’s hope I don’t gain too much weight from this project…
Kimberly Shorter 
Hey Kimberly,
That sounds like a delicious challenge to take on!! The way you feel about french toast is the same way I feel about pancakes. When I was younger, my grandma always burnt them, so that’s how I thought pancakes were always supposed to be made. It was an excuse to pour extra syrup on them.
Now, whenever I go to a restaurant if it serves breakfast throughout the entire day, I always get pancakes and bacon. Cracker Barrel and Denny’s are my favorite.
Keep smiling,
Yawatta